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(huff fin Bach seat driver)...
Aye kin recall when both offspring
(yay high) as a small child
and now ma deux daughters
(fledgling young chicks
though they be),
flew the coop, sans answering,
when call of the wild dialed
their biological cell
phone rang off the hook
as post pubescence metamorphosis
(into young adulthood),
they gingerly did brook
arbiters as consensual nymphs
baited verboten fruit yum zook
thus, freed as private on call designated
papa chauffeur de jure
yet, a nostalgic feelings
surface within mine being,
when many occasions
witnessed this night owl
barely awake
stumbling out the front door
nonetheless diligently
donning "taxi driver" hat
now, a virtual dust collector
replaced by near identical head gear
capped upon me noggin monogramed
with pet name "hubby" and/or "matt"
thy (well worn) first name,
despite futile protestation
simmering into *** for tat
case in point encompasses this poetic blip
instinctually navigating
(southeast as the counting crows fly)
(with ma own embedded
global positioning satellite micro chip)
from Schwenksville habitue
to center city Philadelphia, Pennsylvania where,
nary agitation viz calm, cool,
and collected demeanor did e-clip,
nor (as prevailed during anxiety fraught youth),
emotional state would hove done a flip
with clenched steering wheel,
whar white bar knuckles would grip
but nowadays (courtesy
of targeted prescription medications)
mien psychological state quite mellow,
and approaches ferrying human cargo
via 2009 Hyundai Sonata
as one shaded eyes, cool cat,
and (so like...mon) really hip
telling spouse to pipe down and zip her lip
lest she wants the aggravating maneuver
thru plethora of pedestrians
(nope, yours truly
DID NOT run anybody over)!
This mister plied his way
to 1601 Market Street with nary a hitch
though returning back northwest to our abode
entailed a bit hove va glitch
when orientation
found me way off beaten bath,
(a quarter tank of gas) circling
the Philadelphia Airport with
"Welcome to Tinicum Township),"
some natural wildlife niche,
and of course did NO confession getting lost,
then breathing sigh of relief
espying urban skyline,
where Ben Franklin statue
forever frieze a stitch
in time, and even rumbling
deafening noise elicits nada flinch!
Jun 6, 2018
Jun 6, 2018 at 5:38 PM UTC
Here in the cold,
With the empty silence in my heart,
The rest of the world rumbles on;
Dogs barking,
Lawn mowers running,
People thumping,
Cars roaring.
Yet I am alone.
Oh, how I wish,
To be able to turn over to you,
Even while you're still asleep;
Mouth open,
Deep breathing,
Face resting,
Body stilling.
Yet I am alone.
There are forces,
The ones that keep us apart,
But we will be together again;
Mouths touching,
Legs intertwining,
Hands moving,
Bodies calming.
I won't be alone.
Apr 4, 2017
Apr 4, 2017 at 4:59 AM UTC
He's blind but he sees the roses
She has sight but she's blind to them
He gets calls from the sullen forest
She gets calls from the paper streets
He misses the beautiful people
She misses the dutiful sleep
Sweet words are all he's come to know
Rocky bridges plague her dreams
They live next to one another
But they can't speak in any way
While he lies in a cot made of broken branches
She sips tears out of metal glasses.
Oh woe
Why can't you see
That time will only dance for the trees?
Sunsets will only fade once the day
Has long since passed unnoticed
Jun 22, 2016
Jun 22, 2016 at 11:34 AM UTC